RULES OF COMBAT:

1. 15 post each limit, if you wish to have this amount reduced, get in touch with me.

2. Each player is allowed to make one introductary post.

3. Mark which number post you posted at the end of your posts.

4. Deathblows allowed, play to win, play for keeps, whatever. But the character will be regenerated after the fight.

5. YOU KNOW WHAT THE JUDGES WANT, read their screenings, no whining because of the judges decisision, you know what they are looking for in each fight.

6. Judges shall give their scores out of 10, highest totaled player wins.

7. Every character that's not participating in battle may be observing the match and may post whatever they like IN CHARACTER during fights as long as they do not interfear with the combat.

8. There is an audience of bumbling idiots, sure what the hell.

9. I DO NOT want matches taking more than a week to finish, I will put on more than 1 at a time if need be. Which I am, 2 at a time for now.
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Arena decided by judge Fezzod: Iron Jungle (a very tall vertical shaft with catwalks going straight across in random criss-crossing directions. They are far enough from eachother so you can drop from one to the other without injury. There are also ledges along the walls, very little light with dark shadows cast all over.)

Winner of coin Toss: Joe.

Mickabee enteres through the doors of the arean in one of the middle iron rows that shoot everywhere in every which direction. His wooden shoes clank against the hard surface *clank* *clank* *clank* to the rhythem of a heartbeat. Mickabee with a never changing look of contempt covers his face. He placed his hands on the whips handle and drew out the sweating chain whip in a large forceful swing followed by a crack on the iron. Mickabee already had idea of what he can do to his opponent. He imagined snapping off each limb and drowning the hapless welp.

the stupid crowd cheered for the upcoming event with hurays and a few boo's. "Well......lets get this started".

[1] post

Wicked stood absolutely still, sensing her opponent step into the arena from the doors across from her. Eyes closed, she waited. She felt her death aura coursing through her dead, empty veins, glowing eerily from every lifeless pore. She heard the clinking of a chain, and gave a barely recognizable smile. If her opponent planned on using a flail or any other sort of chain based weapon on her, he was making a grave mistake...

post[1]

Mickabee always was the impulsive kind, so he took it upon himself to strike first. Something simple should do seeing as how his enemy doesn't seem to fit for fighitng. He made a disguted face at his opponent, it looked as if it had been dead for years. Aside from that, Mickabee activated his first move "Whirlpool" He shouted as he flung his 15 foot whip into the air and began spinning the chain around faster and faster. Water droplets spewed all over the area where the attack was commencing and in some spots on the other catwalks. Soon a flat circle of water began to appear where the chain was spinning and took a somewhat solid form.

Mickabee hurled the huge disk at his enemy hoping to chop down the zombie woman to be over and done with this and boost his status as a fighter.

[2] post

Wicked waited until the disk was in close enough and punched with the supernatural strength of undeath, shattering the "solid" water into shards of what seemed like ice. The shards lacerated her in a way that would have caused considerable, even crippling, pain to a being with intact nerve endings, but the only thing that truly caused her pain now was light magic. True, she could be harmed, but superficial wounds didn't make her wince. Now angered, she crouched, ready to pounce like a cat, and fully opened her eyes, which glowed from her death aura like twin poisoned suns.
"How do you kill that which is already dead?" she asked. Then she leapt at him in a berserk frenzy...

p2

Mickabee smiled "heh, I'll manage" he sneered. Just before the deadly woman came in contact with his body. Mickabee Shot his whip up and through the bottom of a catwalk right above him and tugged as hard as he could to avoid the tackle. Mickabee then in a quick rush swung his legs over the side of the walkway so that he hung upside down facing Wicked. He unlatched his whip from the walkway and launched the metal tail right at Wicked ugly face. The Whip wrapped around Wicked's neck and constricted as hard as it could.

Mickabee then let go of the walkway with his legs and dropped down to one just below the pathway and swung Wicked as hard as he could so that she went with him. As Mickabee landed on the catwalk he aimed for, he made sure that Wicked's body did not land, instead he flung her over the side and let her dangle just out of reach of another pathway below. The force of the action almost pulled him over the side, yet he managed with all his strength to stay on.

"Facemask" He exclaimed as he began his 2nd attempt at killing Wicked. Water began to flow from Mickabee's arms down the whip and began to cover Wicked's face. the water began to take shape and flow all around her head to form a fluid filled bubble. "Now drowned, you lame excuse for an orginism". He was disgusted at the fact he coulnd't think of a better line

[3]post

Wicked grinned as the water ran down towards her face, the dead had no need to breath. She reached up and grabbed the chain, and used her supernatural strength to haul herself up. She repeated this once, and then vaulted herself next to her opponent onto the catwalk.
"Give my regards to my father, in the abyss." With that she hauled with all her might on the chain with one hand and reached the other out to grab her opponent's bare face...

p3

The hand was cold as it clentched upon his brow and mouth, the pressure was emense due to the whole, dead thing. Mickabee made a face of anger and pain mixed along with some groans and vulger language. "very nice girl, but your missing one vital thing" He began to say "and that's my weapons ability". The water from the chain that constently leaked had been splashing water on the ground from the fist few moments of fighting, this gave Mickabee an opening for an attack. He began to push Wicked back with all his strength with the hand still attached to him.

The water along the ground made it easier for him to do so with less friction. First thing first he needed to get the hand off the face and face before he himself gets hurt. He started to concentrate a large amount of water inside of his stomach. He forced the water through his esophagus, but did not release yet. He waited the seond before he hit the wall, which was a huge challenge with this dead braod refusing to let go. Pressure began to build up inside his body even more to the point it was painful to contain.

then came the moment he waited for "Tide within" He thought and spat out all the water from inside of him in a huge blast like a fire hose does. Since it was conjoured in his stomach, there was a nice amount of digestive enzymes embedded into the liquid. His esophagus took a major toll though, the pressure wounded the inside of his throat and made it hard for him to speak and the amount of water that came out was too much to, he began to feel thirsty and weak. But now was his chance to recouperate, he was by the shadowy wall. He begged that the water would loosen the grip on his face, if not he'd be in trouble

[4]post

(Joe you completely bypassed Wicked's death aura ability, Micakbee should be a pile of ash on the ground right now, change it or forfeit because of death, to the judges, the death aura is an arcane curse manifested from Wretched's eternal hatred, Nat, you probably remember this from DD back on dragonic. It reduces anything living that wicked touches to dust in a matter of seconds, the only way to possibly counter it once she touches bare skin is to amputate the limb.)

(On second thought, screw it, I gave you a chance to dodge the attack, and i've posted plenty of times the full effects of Wicked's powers)

The blast of water must have been propelled by some type of magic, for it struck Wicked with enough force to push her off of her opponent and to actually strip most of her skin off of her body, revealing dead muscle pulsing with dark magic, bone and long usless organs, rotting away as they sat within the cold shell that was her body. She hit the opposite wall with a "thud" the reverberated throughout the stadium. She crumpled to the floor, her intestines lying haphazardly to her side. she lifted her head, expecting to see her oppoent charging at her, but instead smiled diabolically. She had been perplexed at his resilience to her death aura... had almost felt... fear. But now she saw he was not immune to it. Even now, the formerly red handprint she had left on his face had turned to ash, gushing blood, as the essence of death spread from it, disintegrating flesh wherever it met it...

p4

"Oh your probably wondering why I didn't die there huh" Mickabee taunted with a soft raspy voice still trying to sound tough in his weakened condition. His face began running blood quite disgustingly, it was an extreame pain for him, like a thousand burning needles being stuck into him at one time and being poked over and over again. His throat burned with the cut inside of himself, but he can fix all of the damage, if he's quick enough, but some one ain't gonna be happy about it.

"heh, your aura kills any living thing so I've heard" Mickabee cracked a smile "Then you should declare yourself useless right now and then, for you will never be able to do what you want, this was a clear victory for me since the start". At that time Mickabee pulled his whip close to him in a slow manner from lack of energy. In one burst of strength Mickabee shot the whip into the crowd and impaled a middle aged man through the chest and harshly dragged him to the platform he stood at. the man's face was in fear and pain knowing something bad is going to happen.

Mickabee grabbed the man by the face and begun his magic. The bystander suddenly began to get all wrinkly and thin, it seems as if he's aging at an accelerated pace. Soon the man's body became nothing but bones and skin as it dropped down to the metal with a clank and a dried boney face filled with terror. the crowd stood in silence and was perplexed by what just happened. "heh, you see" Mickabee began now back to his normal voice "I'm dead, just like you".

Mickabee's throat began to heal and the wound began to close inside letting him speak clearly. His face began to reshape itself and look as if nothing had happned to it "Much like you, I was brought back to life, but with one extreame difference" Mickabee laughed as he felt his strength returning. "you as a zombie are in incarnate of earth. I on the other hand am an incarnate of water a none living molocule" Mickabee began to back away trying to edge into the shadows before Wicked decided to attack. "I am just water......that's all i am...a dead soul attached to forsaken water".

Mickabee began to laugh with a manic smile as his body began to look different. Mickabee's lower body began to take on a more transparent look and turn into a mass of a red gel like substance moving around wildly. "heh how are you going to kill water?" Mickabee began laughing again. "Poor man though, had to suffer through the pain of dehydration all in a few seconds" Mickabee's speech ended with him reforming his lower body back into legs.


[5]post

Wicked grimaced. Her wounds would regenerate later, but this was a serious setback.
"Father, once again you have damned me!" she spread her fingers wide and looked down at the twisted claws her death aura had caused her to grow. They were lifeless, malicious things, much like her. She pushed herself up, her dead intestine dragging uselessly behind her, and faced Micakbee. "I shall cut into you as an oar parts the water, you shall be but puddles at my feet!" With that she hissed and charged in a malice-driven frenzy, swinging one hand at his face and the other at his stomach...

p5

Mickabee saw the on coming attack heading right for him, he started to get worried though, the increase in death aura might effect him more then the last attack he received, it would be best to dodge Wicked's attacks rather then block them. Mickabee morphed his whole body into the red jelly substence from before and in the knick of time: oozed down to the lower catwalk. He took shape again, whip and all, when suddenly the top part of his head began to burn very ferosiously.

Mickabee grabbed the top part and relized he had not dodged the attack fully like he had thought. A small part was ripped off before he fell to the lower level, and it hurt like all hell. the burning feeling began to spread little by little. Mickabee grabbed that part of the head and let out a growl at the wound. He put as muh pressure as he could to lessen the feeling only to be unsuccesful. It hurt so much "Damn if that was just a little piece, I'd hate to be cut in half by that monster" he looked up" seems I can't fool around after all".

Mickabee scratched the wound a little more before his next assault. "damn it, I'll put you back in your freakin grave" he shouted grasping his whip. He began swinging the whip by the handle as fast as he could, when it got to the desired speed He tossed it up into the air past the walkway Wicked was on and past all the other catwalks and into the sky. "okay just a few minutes before it kicks in, till then I'll have to make due with what I have".

Wicked absently wondered how long that damned whip was as it sailed past her, and how it stayed in the air, for that matter. But, regardless, he had fucked up. She smiled with sadistic glee and jumped for the chain. Wrapping her legs around it, she allowed herself to slide ever faster down towards her watery opponent, claws extended, ready to to impale him on her arms as if they were two spears...

"Well that went to hell" Mickabee began to get worried, he hasn't trained much without his whip, and he hasn't fully mastered his watery form, he'll have to make due with what he has. On top of that, the pain from before was still lingering, the spreading stopped, but damn it hurt so much. Mickabee grinned at the pain and tumbled out of the way of the spear hands thing. "I have to get my whip back from that....thing" he thought "but how".

Mickabee did have one more move up his sleeve that doesn't require the whip, but he couldn't do it from where he was, he needed to be high. He lept up to the catwalk above then the next then the next, if he was lucky wicked wouldn't be able to catch up.

Wicked snarled in a primal fashion as her opponent dodged her attack and leapt away from her. She got off of the ground and jumped after him. Unfortunately for him, her unnatural strength allowed her to jump higher and father, quickly catching up with her opponent. His back was to her when she finally caught up with him, and she thrust her hand forward, straight towards his neck...

Noticing how the air felt different, Mickabee knew somethng was up, and it wasn't to his liking. As he suspected Wicked had gone on the offensive and was now directly behind him. There was only one way for him to escape, but it ment giving up his only hope of winning the match without his whip. "Hell it's better than dying here" he thought and executed his manuver. "emergency escape" He shouted and took off his own head with his arms to avoid the attack.

Red water spilled out from the headless torso and the bottom of the head. Mckabee had quick thinking and luck to thank for the success of that plan. But now came the problem of getting away from wicked. He quickly took his head ito his right arm and chucked it at one of the walkways. The head came down on the walkway and splashed into the red water, the body copied what thehead did and landed about 5 feet away from the landing zone of the head. The red water quivered a bit then quickly marched back together and reformed Mickabee, who now was without a plan.

"think man think"

Tom, you've got til tonight to post.

(i have contemplated my move for three days straight now to no avail. Your move Joe, i can't think of anything to do.)

You guys took too long, Match over. Judge as is, judges.

And so you know, you both suck >: >:

Okay, Let's see.

I liked both of your characters, it won't get you points from me, but I thought they were both cool.

Tinten used the enviroment very well, using the ledges and catwalks to his advantage, something I always like to see. I'll award three points for that. Also, he seemed to have a very good control over his character and used his abalities very well, especually removing his own head to dodge that attack. Three more points. For damage done you stripped away all Wicked's skin, impressive, but it didn't seem to cause any actual damage to her. One Point. Total: 7

I liked Typhon's character a lot, and I think overall his writing was better, but again that isn't what I judge onI really liked the attack where you latched onto the chain with your legs and dove dow nat him with the arms, two points. For actual damage done, although he healed it in the end, you seemed to actually cause his character damage, unlike what he did to you. Three points. Total: 5

I'm going to subtract a point from Tinten's total for autohitting, saying the chain wrapped around Wicked's neck and then tossing her around like a ragdoll. It is up to your oponent weither they can dodge an attack or not.

Tinten: 6 Typhon: 5 *hits gavel three times*

I don't really have much to say. I mean...I could go on forever about all of the terrible decisions and moves and rping I saw...but I won't. Instead, I'll be plain and simple. You both lost major points for being cheep. I think in the end however, Joe was a smidgen more creative with his character and attacks. So...

Joe:5
Tom: 4

If you would be so kind to indulge me, Nat, so I can take care not to repeat it in the future, what exactly was to absolutely terrible about my RPing?

Everything including and between the first and last words. :D

Whoa, Sean, I can't believe you were Natalie all along. Seriously though, either keep the criticizm constructive or to ourselves in the future.

Tom:6
Joe:5

PM me if you want the reasons, I don't like posting them for everyone else to read.

Averages.

Tom: 5.333
Joe: 5.333

......

*dies*

Brian, you might have died prematurely...

Tom has 15 total points. That averages out to 5.
Joe has 16. That averages out to 5.333333

In that case, Joe goes on to fight BR.